"Hope" Is The Thing With Feathers

Analysis :

Stanza analysis by Stanza

In every poem, Emily Dickinson rarely gives a title, so the first line is often used as a title. Emily's
poem is also given a number, this poem is number 314. Emily compares Hope like a free-flying bird
and dares to sing songs without words, regardless of the situation. This bird becomes a companion
figure who always tells the soul to always be steadfast and strong because of hope. He states that
hope helps him withstand the trials and trials in his life. Emily said that hope is in the heart forever.
It frees us from despair and gives us the strength to continue.

In the first Stanza, in the first word, there is a speech mark (quotation marks) as if Emily wants to
define the word "hope" using metaphors. Hope has feathers, like a bird that can fly and perch in the
human soul. feathers are soft but so strong for flying, even small birds. Then in the next word, hope
is not only a feather, but also 'singing'. It sits on a perch and sings all the time. But the song is too
special because there are no words, so there is no diction for anyone to understand rationally and
clearly. As if 'Hope' is a pure song and feeling and deep longing that can fly at any time.

The second Stanza, the intention in this second stanza is the hope of always singing as we know in
the first stanza but the sweetest singing is when things get tough when Gale starts blowing. Gale
called strong winds. Gale here presents a problem and the sweetest song is hope. So that when we
have the hardest times, pressed endlessly, there is still hope, which comes in the midst of the chaos.

The third Stanza, the pronoun 'I' appears first compared to Emily Dickinson who considers himself
a small bird so that it has a direct connection. The speaker has heard the bird in the most difficult
and coldest times when emotions spin and life becomes real. But even when things were extreme,
Hope was still there and never asked for anything. Like that hope gives us many things, but hope
does not even ask for compensation from us. Everything is inspiring, but a little mysterious. Hope
arises in the heart and soul but who knows where it came from? Philosophy, religion, psychology,
and even metaphor are inadequate - there is an abstract nature to Hope. This can give us the strength
to continue in the worst conditions. His voice could be heard, even though there was a noise at the
height of the storm.

Jones Very : Though Jones Very was a minor figure in Transcendentalist circles, his poetry and
criticism were highly regarded by Ralph Waldo Emerson, Bronson Alcott, and the pioneering
educator Elizabeth Palmer Peabody. His close study of Shakespeare led him to write almost
exclusively in Shakespearian sonnets, and his sequences on religion and nature gained recognition
for their graceful lyricism. However, Very’s intense religious devotion soon led him to believe that
he was Christ incarnate, or the messiah—and that his poetry was the product of divine inspiration.
He was dismissed from his studies at Harvard Divinity School over this declaration, and he was
eventually admitted to an insane asylum. Years later, Very no longer felt he served as God’s vessel;
he retired to his family’s home in Salem, Massachusetts, where he lived with his two sisters until
his death

ALONE

By :Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—

Analysis :

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—

The poem 'Alone' written by Poe is considered an open work and is different from his other poems.
Here explains how tormented Poe returning to glimpses of the troubled early days of his life. In this
poem, we see that Poe links this problem differently from what is usually gloomy. This darker tone
is an aspect of the character. He is not like most other people. He sees things through very different
lights and from different views. Where the average person sees passion and kindness only in light
things like spring, he sees beauty in the darkness and strangeness.

"From the same source, I have not taken it

My sorrow - I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I love you - I love you alone "

The uniqueness of his personality is also a source of extreme pain for Poe, the great writer. His
unique outlook has brought him mental pain. His sadness was like a deep sleep which made him
unable to move. His alienation is found even in the things he likes. Everything he loved, everything
he touched, echoed with the sadness of isolation that permeated the same taste.

"Then — in my childhood — in the dawn

Of a most stormy life — was drawn

From evry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still— "

Here Poe explains and reveals the mystery that swallows it like a storm cloud. All his life's items
and crime have been wrapped up in this code that he cannot solve it himself and no one else can
provide the answer. His mind is confusing to himself. This only adds to the problem when he, who
tends to be desperate, cannot find hope in this talent. So Poe was burdened with a heavy melancholy
that led him to many addictions and social problems.

"From the torrent, or the fountain—

From the red cliff of the mountain—

From the sun that 'round me roll'd

In its autumn tint of gold— "

Color according to the literature is often used to obtain visual emotions. Poe tries to draw our
attention to the true nuances in which he sees his world. His lonely dreams are golden, red. Color of
storm clouds. According to him, the colors of dawn are hidden in the depths. He could see them as
well by judging their distance. This distance again increases his alienation.

"From the lightning in the sky

As it pass'd me fly by—

From the thunder, and the storm—

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven is blue)

Of a demon in my view— "

"Heaven" here does not specifically mean Heaven as a sky or a place for good people. Here Poe
compares himself to all parts of the Universe and other people he knows. He was enchanted and
isolated at once from the sky filled with beautiful storms. Dark as a storm that produces much
inspiration continues to plague it as a factor of alienation. This alienation, finally, choked his mind.
The devil here presents Poe himself. He saw his own difference as a curse that brought him to a
greater depth of pain at each turn. He ended this hopeless note because this was as far as he could
see.